I have three that I can't choose between, since they were all pretty damn horrible
1) 25th March 2010: On the bus on the School Italy trip when A and S sat across the aisle from me and called me fat and ugly under their breaths but loud enough that I would definitely hear them (apparently they did that sort of thing a lot). This went on for an hour after the bus hit a traffic jam.
2) Friday August 31st, 2012. Enough said.
3) September 23rd 2013: The day I found out Catherine was dead
All three could equally qualify as the worst day of my life.
Do you hold grudges?





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